Re: The Great Belligerency [Round 2: New Shambhala]
01-16-2011, 06:34 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Wojjan.
“And you're asking me to split the city in pieces.”
“Yes, pretty much.”
Balance was not only the god of justice, but also of mopy serious behaviour. But when he was faced with such a request, he couldn't help but swallow a laugh.
“You're asking me, a god who absolutely hates vigilante justice, to split a city in pieces in front of the eyes of an even stronger god who can teleport and probably kill people at will here, even me, and you want me to do so because it fits in your story?”
Soft had to rethink things a bit because her narration was never that boring and long winded and halfway through Balance's blabbering (the point about the god stuff probably) she spaced out a bit but after he said something that resembled a question, she roughly explained: “Yes.”
“Oh this is priceless. Just priceless. Forget about it.”
“But Scaaaaaales!”
Balance cringed at the nickname, and considered simply finishing Soft off to continue to the next round for a second. That second soon panned out as he pondered over how it would get him an antagonistic position and the weight of that decision on the Executor's plotting and every little connotation even slightly related to that decision and how it would make Julia more wary and how it would siphon force away from him because it would be far from a fair fight (She did have an axe though. Maybe offer a clear hit?) and that second soon was a minute of awkwardly pivoting back and forth (or from Soft's point of view from left to right) in midair as if it were concrete, and then replying.
“What?”
“That took long. Mister Balance, this story is important! You want to keep everything at ease right? Keep Mister Executor pacified? I can do that too! It's the story that counts! If that guy isn't pleased we are done for!”
Balance nodded without even noticing, which was odd for a god.
“Very well. I will make sure it's a spectacle, so he has a good show,” he said. He thought, If I can distract him somehow, maybe I can keep the jumping up long enough for Julia to miss the replies.
The god looked, perhaps for the first time, at the young girl before him. ”What did you have in mind?”
“I dunno, like some walls?”
In a mere second Balance stood on the ground, and the few escapees from his latest attacks already screamed and fled or fainted, but this time the god simply touched the floor. It cracked. From the cracks protruded a purple beacon, shining a force field in seemingly random directions. It broke several building and sliced anything in its way neatly in half. It sparkled a bit too, for your viewing pleasure.
“Look, girl, in each wall there's a hole somewhere to get through it, but it'll take some time to find. If you seek your protagonist, leave, and go search for him."
“And you're asking me to split the city in pieces.”
“Yes, pretty much.”
Balance was not only the god of justice, but also of mopy serious behaviour. But when he was faced with such a request, he couldn't help but swallow a laugh.
“You're asking me, a god who absolutely hates vigilante justice, to split a city in pieces in front of the eyes of an even stronger god who can teleport and probably kill people at will here, even me, and you want me to do so because it fits in your story?”
Soft had to rethink things a bit because her narration was never that boring and long winded and halfway through Balance's blabbering (the point about the god stuff probably) she spaced out a bit but after he said something that resembled a question, she roughly explained: “Yes.”
“Oh this is priceless. Just priceless. Forget about it.”
“But Scaaaaaales!”
Balance cringed at the nickname, and considered simply finishing Soft off to continue to the next round for a second. That second soon panned out as he pondered over how it would get him an antagonistic position and the weight of that decision on the Executor's plotting and every little connotation even slightly related to that decision and how it would make Julia more wary and how it would siphon force away from him because it would be far from a fair fight (She did have an axe though. Maybe offer a clear hit?) and that second soon was a minute of awkwardly pivoting back and forth (or from Soft's point of view from left to right) in midair as if it were concrete, and then replying.
“What?”
“That took long. Mister Balance, this story is important! You want to keep everything at ease right? Keep Mister Executor pacified? I can do that too! It's the story that counts! If that guy isn't pleased we are done for!”
Balance nodded without even noticing, which was odd for a god.
“Very well. I will make sure it's a spectacle, so he has a good show,” he said. He thought, If I can distract him somehow, maybe I can keep the jumping up long enough for Julia to miss the replies.
The god looked, perhaps for the first time, at the young girl before him. ”What did you have in mind?”
“I dunno, like some walls?”
In a mere second Balance stood on the ground, and the few escapees from his latest attacks already screamed and fled or fainted, but this time the god simply touched the floor. It cracked. From the cracks protruded a purple beacon, shining a force field in seemingly random directions. It broke several building and sliced anything in its way neatly in half. It sparkled a bit too, for your viewing pleasure.
“Look, girl, in each wall there's a hole somewhere to get through it, but it'll take some time to find. If you seek your protagonist, leave, and go search for him."
quidquid Latine dictum sit altum videtur.